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horde of Gangrel lawyers (can Gangrels be lawyers, hmm...) whose
idea of a good time is to party in a law library. I am borrowing
these characters for a short, short time, and promise I will
return them undamaged--cleaned and dried off. John Williams, the
Preacher, the Kohanek family, Aria Wind, Hawk Mavinsky and
Petunia are mine. If you get uptight and offended at the idea of
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Now, on with the show!

Dancing in the Dark

By Ladyserez (Ladyserez@aol.com)
NC-17

Chapter One

The events of a few weeks ago had left Frank Kohanek feeling
a little off-balance. Who would have thought that the Preacher,
with the help of John Williams, Frank's father and Brujah, would
have managed to destroy half of the Wolf House and leave a mess
all over San Francisco? The mess alone gave new meaning to the
words, "Don't Litter." At least both were dead, killed in a Blood
Hunt called by Julian Luna, Prince of the City. And...one more
thing he didn't want to think about. *No. NO. Don't think about
that. Don't think about how Julian kissed you..he didn't mean
it.* He leaned so far back in his chair he could hear the chair
object.
Sonny walked up, with a pile of paperwork from the Preacher
case, "Hey, Frank. Kwan wants us to do this paperwork before he
comes out and beats us to death because we didn't do it. Frank?
Earth to Frank?" "Oh. Sorry, give me half of that pile. Let's see
if we can finish this in two hours." "Two hours? Who are you
kidding? It's not like we're Supermen. Here's your half; might as
well torture ourselves. Where's Hawk and Aria?"
At the mention of the only other pair of detectives to get
strange looks, Frank looked up. "Hawk and Aria? I think they're
torturing the Brujah again. You know Kamala? *nod of Sonny's
head* Well, I think she's perfect for Cameron. You see that look
on his face when he realized he'd have to pay for the damage the
Preacher did to her car? Priceless. Simply priceless." Frank
leaned back in his chair and laughed.
After a while, Sonny laughed too. "You know, I feel sorry
for the Brujah. First, their warehouse gets blown up. Then they
find out their leader is sleeping with an IRS agent. Whoever
would have thought Kamala was a IRS agent? She didn't look the
type. Then they get Hawk and Aria on their butt about the
*interesting* bodies in the ceiling of the Haven, with Eddie
Fiori's fingerprints all over them. Yes, I'd have to say the
Brujah are having a throughly rotten week." With that, Sonny sat
down and started working on the paperwork. Frank smiled and
started on his pile.
*********
Julian walked through what was left of the Wolf House and
sighed. Lillie was picking through her records, trying to decide
what could be saved and what couldn't. She looked up as Julian
passed by. "When's the construction people coming? The weatherman
said there would be rain, and I don't really want to have my art
ruined more than they already are." Julian ignored her and walked
on, hearing faintly the sounds of love coming from Cash and
Sasha. They had almost lost each other during the recent brouhoua
with the Preacher, and just now was coming to terms with what had
happened. Below, Daedulus was packing up to move to a drier
place.
In the distance, Julian saw what he thought was a
thunderstorm coming. The day had darkened considerably, and a
light rain was beginning to fall. He thought about Frank, down at
the precient working on his reports. What would Frank write? "A
crazed Kindred in love with Julian Luna, suspected mafisco,
obtained the aid of Frank Kohanek's father and then processed to
go on a bombing rampage to lure Luna out. Said plan worked,
resulting in the Wolf House, Julian Luna's car, and the Brujah
warehouse being blown up..." Frank wouldn't do that, the entire
sequence of events had been too bizarre even for Julian to
believe. He sat down on the lip of the fountain, trailing his
hand through the water, and thought. That first time with Frank
had been beautiful...he had gotten drunk on the pleasure. He
wondered what Frank had thought of it all. Did he think that it
had been disgusting? Julian didn't think so, Alexandra had fed
from Frank and he hadn't run out screaming.
He looked up at the sky again. In a corner of his mind, he
noted that the sky had turned a dull black/silver that heralded a
huge thunderstorm. Julian knew he had to talk to Frank about
this, if only to discuss how Frank felt.

Chapter Two

Cameron hit the table for the third time in a hour. "For the
last time, I have absolutely no idea how these bodies ended up
stuffed in the ceiling of the Haven! And it is insulting for you
even to ask!"
"Well, you're the leader of the Brujah aren't you? Surely
Fiori wrote it down somewhere. You know, like "May 2-whacked two
drug dealers and stuffed them where no one'll ever find them."
Something like that. How about it, buddy?" Hawk Mavinsky leaned
back in a stiff chair in the Interrogation Room at the precicent.
He lit a cigarette, then looked at it. "I swear, one of those
days I'm going to quit."
Aria Wind glared at her easy-going partner. "You'll never
quit. You've tried 4 times that I know of, and the last time
Sonny Toussiant stuffed a cigarette in your mouth just so you'ld
stop annoying him. Of all the things you picked up from Stevie
Ray, why did you have to pick *that* up? Ah, Mr. Cameron. Please
excuse my partner. He has absolutely no manners."
Hawk looked up at that, and ran a hand through his long
black hair. "Aria's right. I was born in a barn. But she was born
in a public bathroom, so she tops me in the birthsite
sweepstakes. Ok. I'll try one more time. Who are the stiffs in
the ceiling? How did they get there without the owner knowing?
And finally, what do you know about these poor bastards?"
Both Aria and Cameron glared at him, until Hawk sighed and
gave up. "Ok, Aria. He's yours to torture. I'm going to get
Chinese takeout--I'm hungry. Want some?" Aria shook her short
curly red hair,"No. But get some for Frank, or else he's going to
wrestle you for the lo mein like he did last time." "Will do."
He walked out of the interrogation room and called to Frank,
"Hey, you want some Chinese? I'm hungry, and Aria's working on
Cameron. How about it?" Almost inmmediately, people started
calling out orders, including O'Neill. Sonny glanced at O'Neill
in surprise, then remembered that during O'Neill's mortal days,
he had adored Chinese, and even now that he was Kindred, he
couldn't give it up. Frank had perked his head up at the mention
of Chinese, and now he was demanding that Hawk buy lo mein for
him. Kwan came out of his office to see what the uproar was
about, but when he realized what was going on, he went back
inside to look at his wife's latest decorating idea for the
living room.
After about 20 orders had been placed to The Chinese Palace,
a nearby Chinese takeout place that was popular with cops, Hawk
walked out to the police parking lot. As he walked to his
motorcycle, he juggled the money Homicide had given him to pay
for the food. Finally settling everything, he got on his
motorcycle and roared off toward The Chinese Palace.
When Hawk left, Aria started in on Cameron again. "Are you
absolutely sure that you don't know what happened to these bodies
in the ceiling?" "NO, and like I've been saying for the last
three hours, I know nothing about how these bodies got in the
ceiling of the Haven. What do I have to do to get you to believe
me? Do somersaults?"
"Well, somersaults would be nice, but that won't be
necessary. Ah, here's your bloodsucking lawyer here to rescue
you." At that, both the lawyer and Cameron blanched, but
recovered as Aria stood up and stretched her arms. The lawyer
walked further into Interrgation, "Detective Wind, I really must
ask you to leave while I confer with my client. But before you do
that, I want to know if there will be any charges pressed against
him?"
Aria stopped and thought. *we've got nothing on Cameron, but
the bodies did have Eddie Fiori all over them. better keep him on
a string while we do some more digging. let's hope that digging
doesn't kill us..* "No, not at the present time. But your client
is being uncooperative concerning our efforts to identify the
bodies..", The lawyer stepped into the gap,"And then you won't
mind if my client goes home and picks up what's left of his home,
do you?"
"Picks up what's left? Oh, that's right. You used to live in
Wolf House, didn't you? With Julian Luna?" Aria slyly asked. "In
Wolf House yes, but not with Luna! Now, if you'll excuse me..."
Cameron brushed by Aria, only to face a horde of hungry Homicide
detectives. He smiled weakly and pasted himself to the wall, the
lawyer looking on. "Why are they looking at me like that?"
Cameron whispered to the lawyer.
The lawyer looked at the ceiling, and thought, *damn Brujah-
-they don't listen enough.* "Mavinsky went out for Chinese,
remember? They're waiting for him. *looking at crowd* Hey, they
do look like Gangrels having a bad day...with no food. How
interesting."
Cameron smirked, pushed himself off the wall, and walked
through the sea of detectives. The lawyer followed, silently
laughing to himself. *now I remember why I'm Ventrue..and not
Brujah. They do tend to have various humilating events happen to
them, don't they?* With that thought still in his head, he
skipped down the steps, whistling "Yankee Doodle Dandy".

Chapter 3

Aria stared after Cameron for a long time. In a dim corner
of her brain, she noted that Hawk was more late than would be
expected. She thought about Cameron's odd comments. *now what set
that off? in Wolf House, but not with Luna? something's going on
there. something's always going on with these Brujah. I swear,
Kohanek's going to get brain damage if he hangs out with these
peabrains long enough..*
Aria was startled out of her thoughts by Sonny. "Hey, Aria.
A penny for your thoughts?" Sonny joked. As he looked at Aria, he
had that feeling again--that Aria would be perfect for Daedulus.
*Daedulus? When did I start matchmaking? Frank would say I'm more
Jewish than his mother.* Still--Aria and Daedulus did have a
jaundiced outlook, but both had a romantic soul. *But they can't
meet. What a pity.*
"A penny? I would have thought maybe four pennies, to allow
for inflation," Aria laughed. "Have you seen Hawk lately? Wasn't
he supposed to come back here ten minutes ago?" Sonny looked at
the crooked clock above Kwan's office door, and noticed that Aria
was right. Hawk should have been back by now. However, Sonny
didn't know it, but Hawk had a very good excuse--Sasha was
holding a gun on him.
*****************
Hawk knelt on the carpeted floor of The Chinese Palace,
hoping that the girl with the Noh mask could keep her two male
counterports from shooting everyone in the place. The old lady
cashier was sobbing in her granddaughter's arms, while the young
girl stared daggers at the three robbers.
One of the men cackled as he held aloft the bag of money he
had gotten from the cash register. Sasha snarled at him to stop
gloating and get his butt in gear. The man gave her a nasty look,
but acknowledged that this young Kindred was right. He processed
to tie all the hostages up. When he reached Hawk, he noticed the
badge clasped to Hawk's jeans. "Hey...looky this. A cop! What's
your name, pig?"
"Pig? Pig!??" The second man came over to look at Hawk.
"Take him with us. We can always use a cop as a hostage."
Sasha strode over and slapped both men. "Take a cop as a
hostage? What are you, stupid? They'll hunt us down. We have the
money, now let's go before someone comes in. I knew this was a
bad idea..."
While the arguments raged, the young girl carefully crept
over to the silent alarm hidden in the side of the podium despite
the fact her hands and feet were tied. She pressed it, then crept
back to her grandmother. Hawk noticed this, and fought to keep
the smile off his face. If the robbers didn't go, they'd be
arrested in the next 10 minutes. Finally, Sasha grabbed the money
and headed out the door. The two men had no choice except to
follow her.
Hawk relaxed, and waited for the police to arrive. His nose
wrinkled up when he smelled smoke from the kitchen. He had no way
of knowing that when the robbery started, all the cooks had fled
the kitchen through the back door, leaving the food to burn. The
first cop to come through the door quickly cut the ropes and
helped all three outside. The cop's partner called the fire
department and took statements from Hawk, the girl and her
grandmother. He blinked when Hawk said he was in Homicide, but
didn't say anything.
They finally let Hawk go. Hawk mounted his motorcycle and
headed back to the station. No one in Homicide was going to be
happy to know that not only was their money stolen, but the food
the money paid for had also been burned. Hawk's eyes narrowed as
he thought about the girl. She had seemed uncomfortable with the
men, but had enjoyed the robbery. Something about her rang a bell
in a distant part of his brain. Hawk dug at it, but it wouldn't
yield. He finally dropped it, knowing that when he wasn't
expecting it, it would come.

Chapter 4

The fury of the Homicide detectives upon learning the money
and the food were gone was terrible to behold. Sonny ducked as
O'Neill threw a paperweight and railed about the robbers. A hand
pulled Sonny under the desk, where he came face to face with
Hawk.
"They're really pissed. This is worse than the time a guy
held up the Dunkin' Donuts on Pine--with about 20 cops in it."
Hawk laughed. "Well, at least they're not trying to kill me.
Thank God Cameron left--when the cashier's granddaughter
confirmed the thieves were Brujah, I thought O'Neill was going to
lose it. Tar and feathers were in a lot of minds, Sonny."
Sonny, against his will, smiled. He remembered the sight of
Frank, trying to calm Drake down, but getting swatted for his
trouble. He was now at the emergency room, gettng stitched up.
"You know something? I think I've seen one of the robbers before.
I just can't pin it down." Hawk sighed, and peered out at the
warzone. Kwan was busily dialing a Chinese take-out, ordering
food with his own money in a desperate attempt to calm everyone
down. "Hope he ordered lo-mein--Frank is going to be really
unhappy if he doesn't." Sonny observed.
The subject of Sonny's comment slid under the desk, grinned
at Hawk and Sonny. "Hey. Care for some poker? Did Kwan order lo-
mein?" Sonny and Hawk looked at each other, then laughed. Only
Frank would ask if they wanted to play poker with black stitches
sticking out of his mouth. Frank looked insulted. "Whatsa matter?
Can't a man ask to play a nice hand of poker without getting
laughed at?"
"It's not you, Frank. It's just, that, oh hell. Everything,
I suppose. Did you ever wonder if the Brujah have a curse on
them?" Frank cocked his head at Hawk. He smiled, showing the
stitches in his lower lip. "A curse? Could explain a lot. Did
Kwan order lo-mein?" "You and lo-mein. One of those days you've
got to explain the attraction for me, Frank." Sonny slumped
against the back of the desk.
"I've got it! I'VE GOT IT!" Hawk shrieked. Sonny jumped,
hitting his head against the lip of the desk. He moaned. Frank
jerked his head so hard, Sonny heard something crack. Kwan looked
at them, scowled and went back to yelling at the phone. Frank
patted his neck to make sure the vertebrates were in all the
right places, then asked, "What is it you figured out? Or should
I even ask?"
Hawk grinned. "I think I can kill two birds with one stone.
Cameron, the bodies, and the robbery. What's the name of that
niece of Luna's? Sasha, right? I think she's the female robber.
She's also a Brujah. Even if she doesn't know anything about the
murders, I still can whittle down the list of suspects." Hawk got
up, yelling for Aria. Aria popped up behind the R & I door,
frowning at him. He smirked, waving at her.
Sonny and Frank stared at each other, trying to figure out
what Julian Luna would say to this latest violation of the
Masquerade.

Chapter 5

"Sasha, answer me! Did you or did you not commit that
robbery at the Chinese Palace? Sasha?" The person the question
was directed at sat in a chair, glowering. She looked up at her
uncle, tossing her curly hair as she did so. Julian sighed in
exasperation. "Sasha, I thought you'd finished with that,
especially after Zane. Sasha, please." He turned away from her,
running a hand through once-immaculate hair.
"Ok! Ok, so I did the robbery. So what?" Julian whirled and
looked at her. "So what? Sasha, this Hawk Mavinsky figured out it
was you and he wants to talk to you. This could blow the
Masquerade wide open." Sasha glared at him. Sometimes, thought
Julian, being Prince wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sasha
stood up and started to pace.
"So, Uncle Julian, how could Mavinsky break the Masquerade?
Other than being an obnoxious cop, that is?"
"Just...just, when you talk to him, don't let anything slip
about the Kindred. He used to be in the lower levels of the
Gangrel structure, and Stevie Ray was considering embracing
him..."
"Really? What happened?"
"Stevie Ray found out he was a cop."
***flashback--3 years ago******
Stevie Ray shoved Hawk Mavinsky down the stairs of the
Haven. Hawk stumbled and fell, glaring at Stevie Ray as he did
so. Cash stood up, along with the other Gangrels, puzzled. Only
yesterday had Stevie Ray made his decision to Embrace Hawk, and
they had celebrated.
"You little shit! YOU LITTLE SHIT! PRICK!"
"Stevie--do me a favor.Get on with it, and would you come up
with something with more variety than "prick"? Like, "You should
grow like a turnip?""
Stevie Ray roared and picked Hawk up. For a moment, two
pairs of eyes met. Then Hawk went flying onto the tables. They
splintered under his weight. A woman yelled and kicked out at
Hawk.
"You bitch. Go kick someone else, why don't you?" Hawk
spat. He got a shot to his face for his trouble.
Cash ran up to Stevie Ray, stopping him from advancing on
the bleeding Hawk. "Stevie Ray, why are you doing this? I thought
you were going to Embrace him..." "I was. Until that phone call
this morning. Hawk's a cop, Cash. For Vice. He was supposed to
infilirate us, find out what he could." "Goddamn. GODDAMN!" Cash
turned on Hawk. Hawk smiled a gentle half smile, then Stevie Ray
advanced on him.
*********************
"Whoa. WHOA, man. So how'd it end?" Julian smiled, "With a
lot of blood. Lillie complained for weeks after that about the
bloodstains. Impossible to get out, she said. Typical Toreador.
Stevie Ray took his payment out of Hawk's skin, and then later
regretted it. But by that time, it was too late. Hawk'd already
moved out of the apartment Stevie Ray knew about, and also moved
to another division--" "Homicide." "Yes. Sasha, he was Stevie
Ray's last love, and last grief."
"You mean they..you know?" "Yes, from what Cash told me
later. I think Stevie would have gone begging on his knees to
Hawk..if it hadn't been for his Gangrel pride. Hawk also had
pride of his own. Sometimes, I wonder if Stevie Ray didn't just
give up on that roof, because he knew Hawk wouldn't be his."
Sasha sat down on Archon's former chair and sighed. "Cash
hates him, doesn't he?" "No. He did at first, but now..looks at
Hawk with resignation. It's a pity, really, that Stevie Ray let
his anger take over. If he hadn't, this wouldn't be happening!"
Sasha blushed, then said, "I promise to behave myself in the
interview, Uncle Julian." "You won't. But try your best."
Sasha smiled, walked over to Julian and hugged him tightly.
"Ok, Uncle Julian. Where's he?" "In the living room with Frank
and Sonny. If he starts wandering onto sensitive matters, Sonny
or Cash will distract him."
Cash stood at the door, shaking his head. "When I knew Hawk,
not much could distract him if he really wanted to know
something. Only way was.." "I take your meaning. Try." Julian
stood up, patted Sasha's hair, and nodded toward the door. Sasha
looked slowly from Julian to Cash, then drew up her spine and
walked toward the door.
***********
"Hey, Sasha. How'd you doing?" Sasha stared at the vision
that greeted her as soon as she walked into the room. Six feet
tall, long black hair tied back, black pants and vest, purple
shirt and a friendly, open face. He looks like a Gangrel, thought
Sasha. The woman next to Hawk smiled a tight smile, "I'm
Detective Aria Wind and this is Detective Hawk Mavinsky. I gather
you already know Frank and Sonny."
Sasha took an accounting of the woman as well--small, short
red hair, looked like she had stolen clothes out of Lillie's
closet.The total opposite of Hawk. She also looked like she
didn't miss much. "Det. Wind. Do all Homicide detectives look
like you?" Hawk blanched and grabbed Aria as she moved forward.
"Uh, why don't you sit down, Sasha? Relax. We're just here to
discuss some things," Hawk physically herded Aria to a chair,
"Aria, damnit, BEHAVE!"
Frank and Sonny had turned white when Aria moved forward,
but now that Aria was safely ensourced in a chair, they felt it
was safe enough to eat their dinners. Hawk grabbed a dumpling
from Sonny's plate and ate it, Sonny glowering at him. "Come on,
Sonny! Kwan forget to order MY food, so I have to steal yours."
Sasha giggled a little, attracting Hawk's attention. "Oh, I'm
really sorry. Want one?" And with that, he snatched another
dumpling from Sonny's plate. Sonny growled deep in his throat,
and Frank was so hysterical with laughter he was literally
spitting out rice.
Sasha took the dumpling and ate it, aware of Julian's
puzzled glances at the two laughing cops and two glaring cops.
"You'll have to excuse Sonny, Sasha. You'd think he'd get used to
having the food stolen off his plate by now. Drake did it to him
last week, and all Sonny could do was gape at him. 'Course, good
thing--Drake came down with salmenolla the next day." Hawk turned
serious.
"Sasha, you committed that robbery at the Chinese Palace,
didn't you? Don't try to lie. You did, didn't you? Of course, the
evidence to prove it probably has been disposed of by now. A
witness is always good, and I'm sure that girl has figured out
who you are by now. Let's make a deal, Sasha. I ask you
questions, and you answer them." "That's not a deal!" "It is--and
I think it may just save you, Sasha. First, the bodies in the
Haven. You know how they got there?"
Sasha shifted in her chair. Everyone, even Cash, was looking
at her with interest. "Uh, someone put them there?" Hawk smiled.
"Who did, Sasha?"
"Fiori, I think."
"Do you know who they were?"
"Two drug dealers named Scatti and Towers. They double
crossed Eddie with a shipment of cocaine, and, uh, they paid for
it."
"And how. Now, here's the 69 million dollars question. How'd
you figure that out?"
Sasha looked sharply at Hawk. An answer grew in her mind--he
had known, or suspected he knew, who the bodies had been, and
what had happened. Why was he asking her? Cash was wondering too.
"Well, Sasha?" "I heard some rumors, and I asked people
about them." "Right. People talk whenever bodies pop up where
they shouldn't be." "Why are you asking me? For that matter, why
the hell are you here? You have nothing on me, and if you do,
something will happen to it."
"I know. I came here to give you something." Aria pricked
her head up at that. Frank and Sonny stopped eating. Hawk handed
Sasha a white package, and smiled at her. Sasha looked puzzled,
but opened the package anyway. She stared as information on the
police academy spilled out on her hands. "Well, Sasha. What do
you think?" Sasha looked up at Hawk and asked just one question--
"Why?"
"Because you're a lot like me when I was younger. I was
raised in a Orthodox Jewish family, and when I say Orthodox, I
mean Hasidic. I ran around a lot, 'cause I was too different from
my family. They accept me now, but back then--" Hawk shook his
head. "Back then.I was wild--a lot like you, I think. Cops accept
it if you're just a teensy witsy off, as long as you're good at
what you do. You really think Kwan *likes* it when Frank talks
about vampires? Nah, but because Frank's good at what he does,
Kwan ignores it. Got me, Sasha?" Frank scowled at Hawk, but he
ignored it.
"I think so. I'll think about it. No promises, through." As
Hawk and the others stood to leave, Aria starting to scold Hawk,
Sasha stopped Hawk. "Why me?" she asked. Hawk smiled, "Because
when you robbed that resturant, you knew what to do and how much
time to do it in. These two goons were jerking off, but you
weren't. We need that in cops, Sasha. Good cops do what you did
in the Chinese Palace, only it's not against the law. Think about
it, Sasha."

Chapter 6

****The next night****
Sasha walked into the police station, noting the chaos that
resigned. Kwan was screaming at the top of his lungs at a hapless
rookie. Sonny and Frank were doing hunt 'n peck paperwork, Aria
was banging the phone on her desk, and Hawk was trying to get
information out of a uncooperative Brujah. Her eyes ranged
further. She saw Drake doing something with a paper sack, while
his partner appeared to be calming him down, and O'Neill was
arguing with his partner over who to try to break first in
Interrogation. And Sasha felt something she hadn't felt before in
her life. She felt like she was home.
She walked over to the desk sergeant and handed him the
papers for the police academy. He looked and signed them, smiled
at her and stuffed them in a large manila envelope, ready for
mailing. She turned away, but then turned back. This time, she
had chosen. Fiori hadn't chosen for her, and neither had Cameron.
No one but her had decided this was what she would do. And she
liked the feeling. She drew herself up and walked out of the
station.
Julian looked at the expression on Sasha's face and knew
Hawk had done the exactly right thing. After Fiori, after Zane,
and after the trauma with the Assamite, Sasha had emerged
stronger than ever. The question was, what could she do with that
strength? Cameron tried, but it was hard to get the Brujah to
treat her as anything other than the Prince's niece and therefore
fair game. The Gangrel looked at her with hatred, and the
Toreador ignored her. The Ventrue, with the exception of Julian
and Sonny, took the view that Sasha was too dangerous to let run
free. This oppournity could be a chance for Sasha to finally
belong.
He smiled, knowing Hawk, Sonny, and Frank would look after
Sasha. Even Aria, with her foul temper, would encourage Sasha.
"What're you smiling about, Uncle Julian," asked Sasha as she
slipped into the seat opposite him. "Oh, nothing. Just the
future." He snuggled back into his seat. He hadn't had that talk
with Frank yet, but this was just as good. "Well, Sasha. Ready to
face the cops?"
Sasha smiled. "Anytime, Uncle Julian. Anytime."
The End
This will be continued in "In the Pale Moonlight", a.k.a "What
the &^&* are you doing in the LaRoche Motel?!?"